Money Maven

By Seth Kabala

You know your wife trusts you with the family finances when she says, “I need you to get money out so I can go garage-sailing (cute pun for the vicissitudes of your finances in-between bouts of retail-therapy and your latest attempt to corner the local market on bank heists) tomorrow.”

Either that or she really doesn’t want to know why you keep driving a clunker when it would appear other aspects of your life support the ability to upgrade (more likely due to cheapness than an attempt to throw the IRS off the trail of black-market business practices, but, meh. Gotta do something to stave off the groupies. Yeah, that’s good. Let’s go with that).

Then again, maybe this declarative is the start of regular dominatrix appearances in your bedroom? Who knows.

But as long as the money is flowing, it’s into your wife’s g-string that spare cash goes, and Satan is giving awards from the Bastards Business Bureau to other people, it’s all good.